Shadows play upon the wall, a dance without sound, steps unheard, movements forgotten.
The mirror whispers secrets, but only to those who dare listen.
A voice, echoing from the past, says nothing and everything all at once.
The glass stretches truths like taffy, bending, twisting, reshaping.
Follow the Echo Break the GlassIn the maze, time loses meaning, like sand slipping through a hand, forgotten.
Each turn, a new face, a new story, yet the same eyes peer back, endlessly.
Silence reigns where laughter once danced, ghosts of joy linger in the still air.
Listen to the Whispers Flicker of TruthThe reflection smiles, but a chill runs down the spine. Is it a friend or a foe?
Beyond the mirrors, reality frays, and the impossible breathes.